My God! Oh, What Word you gave to this World?
Creation of Beauty was Innocence.
What Immorality Human made hurled;
a little of my thoughts, they are nascence.
What Impudence that we are to bring change;
zilch can amend, lone one left to differ.
Word of Love pass, vessel's full, it estrange;
The Revelations divulge, we chirper.
God! Evil had not slain us, although me.